Hope everybody had a wonderful Chridtmas/holiday season!!
I've never, ever felt "great" for as long as I can remember.
In the last decade, I've really hit some major roadblocks that ended up leading to amisdiagnosis and medication I literally dreamt, more times than one, would end up killing me.
After Tru, I had a seriousll bout of postpartum depression and anxiety that ended with a significant diet change and a antidepressant that was nursing compatable.
It's never easy to admit that you have to go on an antidepressant, but sometime it's good to stand up to the taboo and admit that making a baby is hard, hard, hard on your body!
Any how, things haven't gotten better. As a matter of fact, they seem to be getting worse. One thing being that I have extreme muscle tenderness and I haven't at all worked out and my children are still so little, there's no way they caused it.
Essentially, if you were to even poke me in the arm, the pain level is about a 4 or 5 off the bat. Like jump and almost feel like it was an attack.
It's like that all throughout my shoulders, back, and upper thighs; my hair is super tender and hurts when I brush... Like it's being pulled.
Any how, we've decided to see a chiropractor and if they can't resolve this pain, I'll start seeing specialists in an effort to test for issues.
Say a prayer.
Wednesday, December 28, 2016
Monday, December 19, 2016
Swimming Lessons
Zack's brother bought his family's dream home a year and a half or so ago. It's honestly the most stunningly beautiful house. It defines modern in looks, appliances, flooring, and all complete with a personal pool. It's to die for. And when we go for a visit, I usually take pictures if certain decor for ideas and leave with a million or so goals to improve our home.
The only problem is that, since their kids all know how to swim, they opted against putting up a fence around their pool. Which is fine. Except, Janni doesn't know how to swim. Needless to say, you can imagine my stress when we're there. I need to know where Janni is at all times or I can't even think. I'm okay with being called paranoid, uptight, etc.
We were going to give Janni swim lessons two summers ago, but I wasn't feeling so well in June and missed the deadline to get her into lessons and the waiting list was a mile long. Then, when July lessons opened, I had almost died and so lessons that summer weren't realistically going to happen.
I figured we would get her into lessons the following summer, but Tru was such a hard baby, that the thought of taking him and the risk of him screaming bloody murder made me want to cry, so for a second year, we put off swim lessons.
Recently, I was thinking about how much Janni really needs to learn how to swim, I went ahead and just signed her up.
Today, she had her first lesson and she did fantastic. The teacher told me that she had strong arms and legs and that she would likely pick up swimming really quickly. My momma's heart was just so at peace as I watched her swim. Like, she will, God willing, be safe around water and living in a state where pools are almost more common than kids, that just gives me such a peace of mind.
Oh, Janni! I am so proud of you!
The only problem is that, since their kids all know how to swim, they opted against putting up a fence around their pool. Which is fine. Except, Janni doesn't know how to swim. Needless to say, you can imagine my stress when we're there. I need to know where Janni is at all times or I can't even think. I'm okay with being called paranoid, uptight, etc.
We were going to give Janni swim lessons two summers ago, but I wasn't feeling so well in June and missed the deadline to get her into lessons and the waiting list was a mile long. Then, when July lessons opened, I had almost died and so lessons that summer weren't realistically going to happen.
I figured we would get her into lessons the following summer, but Tru was such a hard baby, that the thought of taking him and the risk of him screaming bloody murder made me want to cry, so for a second year, we put off swim lessons.
Recently, I was thinking about how much Janni really needs to learn how to swim, I went ahead and just signed her up.
Today, she had her first lesson and she did fantastic. The teacher told me that she had strong arms and legs and that she would likely pick up swimming really quickly. My momma's heart was just so at peace as I watched her swim. Like, she will, God willing, be safe around water and living in a state where pools are almost more common than kids, that just gives me such a peace of mind.
Oh, Janni! I am so proud of you!
Tuesday, December 13, 2016
Big Orange Kitten
We adopted a kitten in September. He was a complete surprise to my cat-loving husband.
He ended up being a bit of a terror and often climbed legs and hung there or ambushed your ankles from behind or bit or scratch and sometimes all within a 10 second period... He'd basically terrorize the household... Just typical kitten behaviors but more like he was on steroids. It. Never. Stopped. Even Janni, who just loved him, clearly got fed-up and started being proactive at fending him off!!,
He actually came from a litter of 7 kittens, so I'm sure they just played non-stop until his siblings were adopted out (when I adopted him, he was they last of two orange males). Let's just say I was a bit shocked and. Unprepared at his behavior.
It took two weeks, but he eventually warmed up to our dog, Frodo, and the dog actually assisted us in training him not to play too roughly!
Anyhow, he's really calmed down and is becoming more and more into his own spunky self.
He ended up being a bit of a terror and often climbed legs and hung there or ambushed your ankles from behind or bit or scratch and sometimes all within a 10 second period... He'd basically terrorize the household... Just typical kitten behaviors but more like he was on steroids. It. Never. Stopped. Even Janni, who just loved him, clearly got fed-up and started being proactive at fending him off!!,
He actually came from a litter of 7 kittens, so I'm sure they just played non-stop until his siblings were adopted out (when I adopted him, he was they last of two orange males). Let's just say I was a bit shocked and. Unprepared at his behavior.
It took two weeks, but he eventually warmed up to our dog, Frodo, and the dog actually assisted us in training him not to play too roughly!
Anyhow, he's really calmed down and is becoming more and more into his own spunky self.
Baby's First Lemon
Yes, yes, I know... Some people think it's mean to give a baby a taste of lemon... I am not one of those people.
Last week, we'd gone out for pizza and Tru was just bring ridiculous, grabbing any and everything on the table that could possibly be grabbed. He reached for Zack's water, that just so happened to have a lemon on the rim, and well... Just watch and see what it turned into.
I can't handle the cuteness!!
Last week, we'd gone out for pizza and Tru was just bring ridiculous, grabbing any and everything on the table that could possibly be grabbed. He reached for Zack's water, that just so happened to have a lemon on the rim, and well... Just watch and see what it turned into.
I can't handle the cuteness!!
Thursday, December 8, 2016
Changing Routine
Our church has 3 weekend services. The first one is on Saturday evening and catered to the doctors and other professions where having Sundays off consistently just isn't feasible.
The other two services are Sunday mornings. There's the early bird service where usually you see families with young children and senior saints. Then there is the late morning service where people who need to practice the day of rest by sleeping in and then having slow, restful, noon-rushed Sabboth mornings. This is, by far, the most popular service.
We are the family that attends the later... Except for the non-rushed mornings because we typically make it to church by the skin of our teeth.
Many of my friends with young children, however, attend first service and love it. They find that they're able to get fed spiritually and then be able to make it home for naps and then spend the rest of the Sabboth at home as they feel led. and we typically are able to say hi and visit in passing as they're leaving and we're arriving. And it's worked out fine for our family for several years now until now.
Janni has basically never needed naps. She does all get sleeping at night and if by chance she falls sleep during the day, she makes you pay for it by staying up past 10 that night. It actually had made me cry literal tears many a night. It's been one of the few incredibly difficult parts of parenting her.
But Tru oh, this boy knows how to nap. Two, three, sometimes even four hour naps and it's incredible! But if he doesn't get his nap on time, he falls apart and is off the rest of the day. The whole situation is entirely stressful.
The problem with our church service is that it starts right after Tru's first nap of he day and he's so excited to be at church that he won't nap while we're there... And then he falls apart and the rest of the day if so stressful. Many years shed. Ugh.
Last week, Zack was on the worship team and left before we needed to be there. As I waited for our service time to start, it dawned on me that I could start attending the first service
I rushed around like a maniac getting ready, got Janni ready, took Tru in his sleeper pajamas (the nerve!!), and made by the soon of our teeth (go figure)... But we made it. And then we got Tru home for nap and there rest of the day was peaceful.
This week we got up early, got ourselves ready, managed to get to church barely on time, sat through
.... But don't, Tru didn't get to go to church in his pajamas this week.
The other two services are Sunday mornings. There's the early bird service where usually you see families with young children and senior saints. Then there is the late morning service where people who need to practice the day of rest by sleeping in and then having slow, restful, noon-rushed Sabboth mornings. This is, by far, the most popular service.
We are the family that attends the later... Except for the non-rushed mornings because we typically make it to church by the skin of our teeth.
Many of my friends with young children, however, attend first service and love it. They find that they're able to get fed spiritually and then be able to make it home for naps and then spend the rest of the Sabboth at home as they feel led. and we typically are able to say hi and visit in passing as they're leaving and we're arriving. And it's worked out fine for our family for several years now until now.
Janni has basically never needed naps. She does all get sleeping at night and if by chance she falls sleep during the day, she makes you pay for it by staying up past 10 that night. It actually had made me cry literal tears many a night. It's been one of the few incredibly difficult parts of parenting her.
But Tru oh, this boy knows how to nap. Two, three, sometimes even four hour naps and it's incredible! But if he doesn't get his nap on time, he falls apart and is off the rest of the day. The whole situation is entirely stressful.
The problem with our church service is that it starts right after Tru's first nap of he day and he's so excited to be at church that he won't nap while we're there... And then he falls apart and the rest of the day if so stressful. Many years shed. Ugh.
Last week, Zack was on the worship team and left before we needed to be there. As I waited for our service time to start, it dawned on me that I could start attending the first service
I rushed around like a maniac getting ready, got Janni ready, took Tru in his sleeper pajamas (the nerve!!), and made by the soon of our teeth (go figure)... But we made it. And then we got Tru home for nap and there rest of the day was peaceful.
This week we got up early, got ourselves ready, managed to get to church barely on time, sat through
.... But don't, Tru didn't get to go to church in his pajamas this week.
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